Tuesday, July 3, 2007

4th of July in Portbodia






Typically, over the last few years, I haven't really seen much sense in celebrating the 4th of July. It has been mostly a day of people going out to party, get drunk, and watch some fireworks. Having been in the Marine Corps, I had an abundance of these experiences to last me a lifetime. Sitting in traffic, putting up with crowds, and sharing dirty restrooms with the masses has held little appeal.

Yet, this 4th of July, I had the distinct privilege of spending the day with some wonderful Cambodian friends in Portland. We went to to Blue Lake in Portland to hang out, play games, eat, and celebrate the 4th of July. At first, I felt a little odd - one of the only white folks in a sea of Southeast Asians. Though, after years of living in Cambodia, I knew that I was amongst the most welcoming people on the earth.

Many people are unaware that there are over 4,000 Cambodians living in Portland and Southern Washington. The first large migration to America began as a result of Cambodians seeking refuge during the reign of Pol Pot. The largest population of Cambodians is actually in Paris, with Long Beach second (the largest in America). In Portland, though a smaller community, it is a great group of people seeking to live good lives, as well as, assist their family and friends left behind in Southeast Asia.

They welcomed me into their community with open arms. Each person having a different story - some have been in America for twenty plus years, some escaped the horrors of Pol Pot and Vietnamese occupation, and others had lived through the atrocities and inhumanity of the 1970's and 1980's. Young and old, each person had experienced, survived, and overcome more than most people in America ever experience. And still, they could smile, laugh, and share of themselves with outsiders.

So, here is the insight:

On my way to the overcrowded, dirty restrooms, I am walking with one of my new friends, who compliments me as a 'hero' for the work and sacrifice we gave in Cambodia. Yet, immediately, I recognized that my new friends are the ones who deserve the title 'hero'. They have suffered so much and yet, they look for ways to give of themselves both here and overseas. They are the ones that have epitomized the essence of the American dream. They have immigrated, worked hard, and achieved so much. As a result, America is a better place with them in it.

This 4th of July I realized that the celebration of our independence as a nation is encapsulated in the achieved dreams of my new Cambodian-American friends. A holiday that in the past has had so little meaning, now has found a new and more personal significance.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Now What?


After living in Cambodia for the last couple of years, it seems somewhat strange to be back. We left a country, where life is hard, but simple. Consumerism is a disease of the Western world, time is relative, and friends are much higher on the food chain. Life just goes a little slower in Southeast Asia. Yet, every day in Cambodia can feel like a week. We worked every day, sometimes 16 plus hours a day and we lived right next door to our work. Having wonderful teenage girls, in mass, tossing rocks at your window and yelling your name, can be convincing pressure to go spend personal time with them in the evening. Though invigorating and the reason we went to Cambodia, it can also be wearing.

For those of you who don't know, we spent the last couple of years, establishing and setting up a long-term, high security shelter for victims of child sex trafficking in Cambodia. Our center took in 30 plus girls, Vietnamese and Cambodian, ranging in age from 9-18 years old. As well, we set up a transitional living center to take girls to the next level in assisting them with transitioning into a normal, adult life. Though all of this sounds great - in application, it was a bit more challenging than most people would guess. There have been many challenges, including family pressure, trauma, financial issues, cultural attitudes, and governmental obstacles. Oh, don't let me forget American pride (Western pride really, we don't want to forget the Brits, Aussies, and New Zealander's!)

Yet, for all the challenges, we were able to establish a well running center, a good vocational program, and some solid programs. We pioneered a repatriation program that just returned two wonderful twin sisters back to Vietnam, where they have a chance at a wonderful future. As well, we were able to put together reintegration protocols that will assist our social workers in helping these girls get the best chance at acclimating back into society as healthy adults.

So, when we felt that Cambodian nationals could handle the work, we said we would work ourselves out of a job. And we did. The next question was 'what do we do now?'...

All of a sudden, we had an opportunity to pick where in the World we wanted to be. Athena and I have always loved Oregon and had wanted to move here in the past. We have good memories there, love the weather (yes, I said weather - love the rain, cold, and clouds), and love the area and people. So, Athena and I bought a house back in February and now we are settling in. It has been wonderful here. We live minutes from vineyards, an hour from the beach, and a short drive to hiking, waterfalls, and snow. You really couldn't ask for more...except maybe a job.

What do you do when you have spent the last two years making a dent in child sex trafficking?
A good friend of mine, Trevor, once asked, "how will you top this?" After working for with sexually trafficked and exploited Cambodian and Vietnamese girls, this seemed to be a fair question. One that I am in the process of trying to figure out.

Yet, at the same time, I am 39 years old, not 89 - there is so much life, energy, and passion left in me that this cannot be my magnum opus. Certainly, there is more to do, impact, and explore. As well, we are still involved in the lives of the girls we have been working with...so, where does that leave things?

Well, in July I am doing a golf tournament with the Cambodian community in Portland. Later this year, I will be escorting girls from Cambodia to testify in an American pedophile case and in September, I will be speaking at a conference on child sex trafficking in Toronto, Canada. Life is pretty full. This next year, my oldest daughter, Ashley will be graduating high school, my son, Gabe will be a Sophmore, and Alexis is beginning sixth grade. Athena and I will have our hands full to be sure. We are planning our own non-profit organization, but more on that later...

I am hoping to connect people through this blog to better understand issues of sex trafficking and the work going on in Southeast Asia. American media has portrayed a particular side of the issues, which I think distort our understanding and impact on this vital issue. I hope that you will interact with me, challenge me, and most of all work with me and others to see the travesty of child sex trafficking end.